Then, a series of tunes filled with murderous intent leaped out from Lu Weiler's fingertips and shot towards Wei Yan with an unstoppable determination.
Facing the attacks of the two, Wei Yan just smiled contemptuously. He slowly drew out his folding fan, and when he waved the fan, countless flowers flew everywhere, like thousands of pear trees in bloom, with petals falling in all directions, which was very beautiful.
The flower petals fell one after another, connecting with the sound of Lu Weiler's piano, and hundreds of crackling sounds suddenly exploded in the air.
Seeing that she couldn't do anything to him, Lu Wei'er got angry and scratched her chest with her hand, immediately drawing out several drops of bright red blood, which merged into the Yaoqin.
Her face was as pale as snow, and the harp was glowing with a hint of red, adding a bit of weirdness to its clever appearance.
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